Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy-Part Five
Title: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Author: usmc75
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other.
A/N: This is a Jensen, Jared and Chace fic...brotherly love and angst...cowboy style
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I would be in my bunk
Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four
Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other.
Chace had finally drifted off to sleep after midnight.
His nap in the truck had left him wide awake all night and Dean's talk in the barn had left him fucking horny. Dean and Chace had missed dinner and had been forced to forage around Missouri's kitchen for something to eat. The over dramatic way in which Dean and Chace tip toed around in their socks made them both giggle like they were on a panty raid or something. With a bowl of chicken, a couple of beers and some chips the two of them holed up in Chace's room to eat in peace since their dad had long since gone to bed.
About ten minutes later there was a quiet knock on the door and Sam whispering “Where the hell all the food gone to?”
Which of course gave Dean and Chace a new round of giggles as they let him in. Sam stomped in the room, quietly as he was in socks as well and sat down on the edge of the bed grabbing a leg and tearing a piece off “This was for all of us.”
“You mean dad didn't throw a fit cause I had golden boy out with me?” Dean said splitting his beer with Sam.
Sam shook his head “Nah he called down and found out you made the arrangements for the cherry picker...I am never going to understand how you get that man to lower his prices so much.” he exclaimed grabbing another piece of cold chicken.
“It's cause his daughter likes making eyes at Dean.” Chace teased batting his eyelashes “She's sweet on him.” Dean tossed a pillow at him as Chace laughed and rolled back on his bed for cover.
“Either way” Sam said trying to sound serious “He was so happy with the price he didn't care if you guys came back or not.” Sam finished the beer “Sides we cut off early and he went into town.”
Dean paused “Town?”
Sam smiled sheepishly “Yep...town.”
Chace looked at one brother to the next “Wait, town? What's so big about that?”
Dean looked over at his little brother “Town is code for Susie.” Chace looked stumped “You know the diner or on 6th?” he nodded “Well a girl...no a woman named Susie works there.”
Sam was holding back some laughter as well “Yeah and she is all over dad's junk.” which caused Dean to laugh even more. Grabbing a pillow he put it over his head as Sam explained “Every time dad goes in she is all” Sam stood up and pursed his lips and put his hands on his hips and walked over towards Chace “Morning Mr. Winchester” in a whispery voice that would have looked funny on anyone else but hysterical on all 6'4” of Sam. Chace grabbed a pillow himself as he began to bray like a donkey at Sam's recital “How's a fine ol man like you doing on a day like this?” Sam batted his eyelashes and waved a hand Chace's way “You have a hunger for some...” Sam turned half away so his ass was facing Chace, and then thrust it out slightly “...pie.”
Dean rolled off the bed in hysterics at the sight of Sam's jean covered ass swaying back and forth. Chace's eyes were like saucers he was so shocked “Dad? This girl wants...dad?”
Dean raised a hand from the floor and said “I'll have you know John Winchester is a fine looking man. I know this as I am told constantly I look more and more like him everyday.” He sat up and placed his head on the bed “Which means dad must be spectacular looking!”
Sam covered his mouth as Dean looked at both of them waggling his eyebrows crazily. Dean glared at Chace “You making fun of my looks boy?” and he got to his feet quickly.
Chace barely had time to shake his head no before Dean jumped the length of the bed, diving into Chace and burying him underneath. Chace half screamed and half laughed as Dean's weight came crushing down on him. His first instinct was to push him off but as Dean's fingers began moving around his stomach all rational thoughts flew out the door.
“No fair tickling!!” Chace called out as Dean went to town on his little brother's vulnerable spots. “Nonononono!” Chace tried to twist out of the way but Dean held him firm.
Looking over his shoulder he called out “Grab his feet.” to Sam. Sam let flash an evil grin and grabbed both socked feet by their ankles and held them steady with one hand. Chace was dead now and he knew it. He tried to pull his feet away but Sam held them fast with one hand, the other began to trace the soles of his feet. His back arced off the bed as he whined “Guys!! No fair!!”
Dean moved his fingers under the thin white t shirt, tickling up the sides of Chace's stomach and up to his chest. He was babbling something in laughter as Dean unmercifully went to town.
Sam on the other hand traced long, slow, deliberate circles onto the bottom of Chace's feet. They were like electrical sparks as Sam's huge paw of a hand pulled both socks off as one and then used the tip of his fingernail to trace the lines of the boy's soles. Chace felt himself tearing up he was laughing so hard, his face red and hair matted with sweat.
Dean nudged Sam to get his attention and gestured down to Chace's crotch. The jeans were more than filled out as it was obvious the teenage jock was fully hard and enjoying it. Sam smiled and shook his head as Dean took one hand away from tickling and placed it on the flat of Chace's bulge.
The teenager's reaction was instantaneous. He stopped laughing and gasped as he tried to sit up and look at where dean's hand was laying. Dean pushed him back on the bed, his hand pressing harder on the jeans as Chace let out a whoosh and laid back down and sighed “yeah Dean...”
Dean looked over at Sam and smirked. Sam shook his head as Dean began to unbutton Chace's jeans. “Come on Sam” Dean said grinning “You don't feel all brotherly tonight?”
Sam stopped and let go of Chace's feet “Dean” his face was serious and he loked upset “I thought...”
Dean stopped “Thought what?” he asked confused.
“Never mind.” Sam said grabbing the dishes from around the room “I'm going to bed. You guys have fun.” Like a whirlwind he grabbed up everything and walked out of the room, leaving Chace laying back on his bed flushed and Dean confused as hell.
“Is he mad?” Chace asked, trying to catch his breath.
“I don't know.” Dean said narrowing his eyes. He got up from the bed “I better check it out.”
Chace grabbed one of Dean's wrists “Right now?” Dean looked back at him with one eyebrow arched as Chace smiled “Shouldn't you let him cool off for...couple of minutes...” he led Dean's hand back to his jeans “...or even a half hour.”
Dean's smile grew as he moved his hand over the entirety of Chace's bulge. Chace moaned slightly as he felt Dean move his hand around the edges of his cock. He closed his eyes as he felt Dean slowly open his jeans. His cock sprang out of the confined space like a jack in a box, making a dull thump as it slapped against his lower abs.
“You want this?” Dean whispered to Chace's relaxed face.
“Oh yeah Dean please...” he begged.
“All yours” as he poured the rest of Chace's ice cold beer on his dick.
Chace lept up from the bed as if on fire as Dean took a few steps back laughing as Chace tried to get the cold water off his member. He danced around in a circle on his bed which only made Dean laugh more. Putting the empty bottle down on his desk Dean said to him “Try not to get too hot tonight.” he said closing the door behind him “Weatherman said it was going to be a scorcher tomorrow.” and he closed the door.
“Motherfucker!” Chace muttered as he jumped off his bed and stripped the sheets. He was covered in beer, horny as fuck and his bed smelt like a brewery. Perfect. Just perfect
He ended up grabbing an old blanket from his closet and dozing off
little after midnight. He could hear Sam and Dean up in the attic talking, or fighting. This far down was hard to tell. But after awhile they grew silent and a few minutes after that Chace fell asleep. This day had been weird enough for a whole week.
He had jumbled dreams where he was fucking Amanda and her face would change to Dean and then to his own and Dean would be over him. It was confusing and erotic and most of all neverending. The images just played over and over in a loop until he felt himself explode...
He gasped walking suddenly as shockwaves ran through his entire body. He looked down in the dim moonlight to see his cock still shooting warm cum across his smooth chest. He struggled to catch his breath as his orgasm subsided. He fell back onto his pillow with a sigh...great now he was 13 again and having wet dreams.
He rolled over and fell back into sleep, not caring it was Dean's name he was calling out in his dream.
“Wake up”
Chace groaned as he snuggled deeper into his covers.
“Chace wake up”
Chace paused, opening his eyes and seeing nothing but dark. HE began to tear at the blanket that had covered his face and he was not surprised to see it was still dark. The sun hadn't even risen yet on the farm and the breeze that was moving through the window was like a cool piece of ice.
“Chace”
The younger man jumped and looked to the foot of his bed and saw Sam standing there. He was fully dressed and looking down on Chace...who realized he had fallen asleep nude again and slowly moved to cover himself. “Sam?”
“Get up.” he said the words sounding commanding “Get dressed, we're going fishing.”
He turned around and Chace asked “What? At this time?”
Sam looked over his shoulder at Chace “Get dressed, we're leaving in ten minutes.” and he walked out the door.
Leaving a naked Chace to wonder...what had he done wrong?
As Chace slipped on a pair of jeans and socks he knew this wasn't good. Sam went fishing like some people went drinking. It was his release to drive out to the middle of fucking nowhere with his boat and prop himself in the middle of the lake, equal distance from everything, and just sit out there. One time a few years ago he had taken supplies and slept on the damn thing. No one had seen him for three ays, when he got back he was scruffy, he smelt and didn't have one fish. But whatever storm that had been in his head had run its course and he went back to being just plain ol Sam.
Never had he asked someone to come with him.
Not dad, not Dean, no one. Which Chace thought, as he pulled a black tank top over his head, meant Sam was going to take him out to the middle of the lake and kill him. Just one shovel hit on the back of the head and he'd sink like so much shark bait. Chace paused pulling on a boot, lakes didn't have sharks. Maybe he was going to cut him up and use him as bait for normal fishing. Fish will eat anything...fuck he was so dead.
He head Sam hit the horn on his jeep, signaling to the youngest Winchester it had been ten minutes. Chace wondered if he'd come up here and get him if he refused to go. Shaking his head he grabbed a long shirt in case they were out too long and headed downstairs. No use in trying to escape it, Sam was going to kill him no matter what.
He ran out and jumped into the battered old blue jeep that was like Sam's baby. He looked over “You got everything?” Chace almost wanted to say 'Why I ain't coming back.' but instead just nodded. He shifted the jeep into first and they took off down the dirt road that made up their driveway. Minutes later they were on the road towards the lake.
Chace looked at the clock on his phone, it wasn't even 4am yet. Damn, he had barely a couple hours sleep and now Sam was going to pull this. He looked completely rested, his eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel as if this was an everyday thing. Chace settled back into the seat, knowing getting Sam to talk before Sam was ready was like screaming at a rock. Though the rock might give in before Sam did.
They drove a a few miles and the rhythm of the ride was putting Chace to sleep when Sam's voice asked “You hungry?”
Chace opened his eyes and looked over at his big brother “Huh?”
Sam laughed “Well at the very least let's get some coffee in ya.” and he pulled into the diner. There were two places that could call themselves a diner in town. There was Bob's that was just off the highway, which was more of a truck stop with food than anything else. And there was the 6th street diner. It's real name was Mable's or some crap but no one called it that since there hadn't been anyone named Mable there in years. It was the 6th street diner and it was to food as church was to god.
As they pulled in and parked Chace could see the light coming from the windows, the only place in town with any lights on at all. They were open from 4 am to midnight. No one knowing what the four hours in between were used for but they were essential for whatever made the 6th street diner what it was.
The two boys walked in and the morning waitress gave them a wave as she gestured to a booth. They both slid in and picked up the menus though they had both been eating here since they could walk.
“You boys wanting coffee?” the waitress asked.
“Yeah and could you bring us some eggs Susie?” Sam said handing her the menu.
Chace's head popped up to look at the woman, she was younger than dad but older than Dean. And she was...fuck she was hot. Chace handed her his menu mutely as she asked Sam “Where 's your dad gotten himself off to this morning?”
Sam smiled that easy grin he always had at the ready “Still asleep I reckon, why you wanna go wake him up?”
She blushed and covered her face with the menus “You better shush Sam Winchester or I'll start flirting with you!” But Chace could tell it was a toothless threat as she walked away to get them their coffee.
“SHE likes dad?” Chace asked in a whisper.
Sam chuckled “What you surprised? I'll have you know our dad was his generation's Dean round these parts. I'm surprised it's only the three of us to be honest.” Sam leaned back in the booth “The way he went on I would assume there'd be like a dozen Winchesters by now.”
“Dad?” Chace asked open mouthed. Sam just nodded as Susie dropped two cups of coffee at the table.
“So where you boys off to this early?” she asked leaning on the table. Chace tried not to notice she had a damn nice body.
“Taking this one fishing.” Sam said nodding to Chace as he loaded his coffee up with sugar. Chace grabbed some cream and nodded to her.
“Oh...taking the little brother fishing huh?” Susie said with a grin “That's not good.” she said as she walked back behind the counter “Nice knowing you Chace.” she said as she went in the back.
“What's that mean?” he asked as soon as she was gone.
“She's teasing you.” Sam said as he took a drink “Ignore her and finish that coffee. You're gonna need it.”
“Need it for what?” Chace asked. Sam said nothing as he looked out the window to the quiet and empty street outside.
Chace sipped at the drink as he felt even more nervous now. Susie plopped down tow huge plates of eggs and bacon and though he was a dead man, Chace decided he wasn't going to go out an an empty stomach. They went at their plates in silent gluttony.
When the plates were clean and the cups were drained Sam looked across to Chace “You ready?”
Chace nodded solemnly, he didn't know what he had done wrong, but at least he wouldn't be standing in line at heaven with his stomach all grumbling. They got out and Sam threw some bills down and made their way outside. Already the Texas air was beginning to warm, Chace looked around “Gonna be a hot one.”
Sam nodded as he climbed into the jeep “Yeah, we'll stop at the bait shop and grab some ice and beer.”
Chace hopped in, beer and ice didn't sound like a death sentence. Unless he was going to kill him with the bottles which seemed to be a waste of beer if you asked him. They drove off towards the lake and Chace finally summoned up the courage to ask “Did I do something wrong?”
Sam didn't look at him, even acknowledge the question. He kept driving and Chace thought for a moment he hadn't heard him over the wind. He opened his mouth to ask it again when Sam said “Not yet, but you're about to.” and he looked at Chace with those eys “So we need to talk.”
Chace was silent the rest of the trip.